by Savage Rose
“Bear with me here, sugar,” Cheri murmured, withdrawing from her throbbing wetness and fastening the leather straps around her wide hips. The way the leather just barely cut into her plump flesh made Lara’s already enthused heart beat even faster. “Okay, I think I’ve got it.” Even now, the woman was adorable as could be. “One more thing.” Cheri pulled on her leather coat, and Lara caught her breath. That’s the jacket she’s wearing in the picture! If she thought the woman looked sexy before…
“You’re so beautiful,” she said, unable to help herself. Cheri giggled.
“Why thank you, sugar. You’re pretty lovely yourself. Now, if you’re ready… it’ll go easier if you’re on top, sugar,” Cheri said thoughtfully. Lara nodded and rolled to her feet, her legs trembling a bit as she watched Cheri lay back on their little hill, purple hair spilling onto the green grass beneath her, shining purple length rising from her groin.
She straddled the woman’s hips, giving her a tender kiss, their breasts pressing against each other, her bushy tail wagging gently as Cheri gripped her by the hips to steady her. She lowered herself slowly, rocking as Cheri’s hands made her hips pulse ever-so-slightly. All this time, she had expected pain. At worst, there was a mild discomfort as her opening stretched to accommodate a girth it had never experienced, but soon all that remained was the exhilarating feeling of being filled. Lara rolled her hips, shocked by the power of the pleasure bursting through her with every thrust, loving the way Cheri’s hands raked up and down her ribs possessively.
Lara sat back, letting out a howl as Cheri’s hips rose to meet her now, driving that hardness deep. The woman grasped Lara’s breasts, teasing her nipples until they stood out from her fur, stroking her belly, watching her every move with those penetrating eyes, her hair wild, her dark, tempting nipples just barely hidden by black leather. She was every fantasy Lara had ever dared to have, all in one lovable package.
“Oh! Sugar!” Cheri cried, an edge of a growl in her voice. That growl did it. Lara let out another howl, hips rocking hard as she climaxed again, that desperate, beautiful crescendo continuing with every powerful thrust. Cheri grabbed her hips tightly, clutching fistfuls of fur as her own orgasm made her gasp and buck.
Gradually, the tempo slowed, and the two women went still. Cheri rolled them to their sides and unfastened her straps, carefully withdrawing the slick purple length from Lara who shivered at the sensation. She pulled Lara close, and they looked up at the night sky, as vibrant as Cheri’s hair, as soft as Lara’s fur.
“How in the world did I get this lucky?” Cheri asked, her voice worn but happy. Lara nuzzled under her chin, her tail thumping the ground softly.
“Fan fiction,” she replied, and they both laughed.
“I think I’m staying,” Cheri said, her fingers stroking Lara’s fur idly.
“In Juneau? Could a Southern Belle like you ever call Alaska home?”
“Oh sugar, I thought you knew by now. Home is wherever I’m with you.”